Book 2: Chapter 21
Amira POV
My breath came in shallow, broken waves as I took in the water dripping down his hair… down to his chest and hard stomach.
Oh, my gosh. Those muscles. They were ripped like perfectly baked vanilla... so inviting for a lick!
Yummy.
How could one man be this hot?
My legs pressed instinctively, the ache sharpening in my core—hungry, hidden, and alive.
No, I shouldn't be looking. But I couldn't look away either.
Not with the way his shorts clung to him.
I ran back to my room and dashed into the bathroom.
My hands trembled as I peeled my clothes and stepped under the shower.
Finally. Just what I needed.
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